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COMMUNING WITH THOUGHT.
Through the bright battle-clime,
Where laurel boughs make dim the Grecian streams,
And reeds are whispering of heroic themes,
By temples of old time:
Through the north's ancient halls,
Where banners thrill'd of yore, where harp strings rung,
But grass waves now o'er those that fought and sung—
Hearth-light hath left their walls!
Through forests old and dim,
Where o'er the leaves dread magic seems to brood,
And sometimes on the haunted solitude
Rises the pilgrim's hymn:
Or where some fountain lies,
With lotus-cups through orient spice-woods gleaming!
There have ye been, ye wanderers! idly dreaming
Of man's lost paradise!
